I am soil

I am soil in a shape
In me is some flowing water
Some say my ancestor was ape
And then some dealt in barter

I learnt to make fire
Cook food and boil water
Some say I invented a lot
And slowly became smarter

I learnt to make pollute
Being selfish and luxurious
And made clean rivers dilute
Even dirtied deep ground water

Still I admire you love
And often lost in thoughts
If I wasn’t ever made
How beautiful you would be

That is the irony oh dear Nature
Admiration is in my trait
You have ever given us selfless
Always keep open the gate


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